The Eye Tells What The Tongue Would

The Earth And Myself Are Of One Mind. The Measure Of The Land And The Neasure Of Our Bodies Are The Same

We Were Taught To Believe That The Great Spirit Sees And Hears Everything, And That He Never Forgets; That Hereafter He Will Give Every Man A Spirit-home According To His Deserts: If He Has Been A Good Man, He Will Have A Good Home; If He Has Been A Bad Man, He Will Have A Bad Home. This I Believe, And All My People Believe The Same.

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.

My People Were Divided About Surrendering.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.